Frightful Flamingo
Black geese scrounged around for, scrumptious, scraps, of food. I searched around. Suddenly my flamingo toy poked underneath my bag. I slowly backed away. Street lights glowed, surrounding me, every way I went. I ran for my life, taking every chance I had to escape from that creepy, pink, winged, bird. It was like a curse, creeping me out, never letting go of me. Taking all my happiness.
Puffed, I kept running, sprinting, to a safe haven. The jungle protected, sheltered me.
This extraordinary place was my home now.
The flamingo had lost me.
I was safe.
I was free.
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